It feels like being in love, but the bad kind of being in love. The kind of in love where you obsess constantly over the love interest, the love interest that will never feel the way you feel.
A broken heart, a searing through your body, a snake slithering through your chest slowly poisoning you from inside.
Cold sweats and nightmares.
Not being able to concentrate on anything because of the explosion of thoughts in your brain. Thoughts, memories, emotions swirling through the pink (or grey?) soft thing inside your skull, threatening to bleed out through your ears.
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